The last verses of the Maryland State song:

Dear Mother!

burst the tyrant's chain,

Maryland, My Maryland!

Virginia should not call in vain!

Maryland, My Maryland!

She meets her sisters on the plain-

"Sic semper!" 'tis the proud refrain

That baffles minions back amain,

Maryland! My Maryland!

I see the blush upon thy cheek,

Maryland, My Maryland!

For thou wast ever bravely meek,

Maryland, My Maryland!

But lo! There surges forth a shriek

From hill to hill, from creek to creek-

Potomac calls to Chesapeake,

Maryland! My Maryland!

Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll,

Maryland, My Maryland!

Thou wilt not crook to his control,

Maryland, My Maryland!

Better the fire upon thee roll,

Better the blade, the shot, the bowl,

Than crucifixion of the soul,

Maryland! My Maryland!

I hear the distant thunder-hum,

Maryland, My Maryland!

The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum,

Maryland, My Maryland!

She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb-

Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum!

She breathes! she burns!

she'll come! she'll come!

Maryland! My Maryland!

What? I am proud of my state song.